Some San Franciscans like to joke about how the last week of August is the best time to hang out in the city because all of the burners are far away at Burning Man, finding themselves in a whirl of "Mother Earth" themed campsites and MDMA.

But the first week of September is also an excellent time to be around, because that's when the Burning Man missed connections start popping up like naked hula-hoopers in the desert.

You, had a green goatee, and no pants. A cow patterned blazer, No shirt. Sicc tatts.

I saw you hula'n on the multi-colored flying dragon art-car as I was riding my TIGHT cruzer thru da sicc playa dust.

We made eye-contact and never saw each again! Hope the universe brings us together. Namaste.

P.s. my name is Raven.

p.p.s we saw each other at burning man.

(I love how she adds a p.p.s. about the location, as if anyone would think this all went down at a Whole Foods instead)

I'm sure this couple isn't the only one that experienced "great vibes":

if you were at Burning Man by the shave-ice (on Sunday) over at 7th&F and if you're reading this "Ms Jackson" (your playa name)— then you'll know that 3-Dolphins want to talk to you again.
U had such a good vibe.

I asked you out on a date and you said yes! But I think playa noise messed us up because we never found each other after that...

(Disclaimer: Don't get mad at me for making fun of Burning Man; I believe you when you tell me it's an amazing, life-changing experience, etc. IN FACT, my friends and I tried really hard to go this year but couldn't get tickets! Fucking hippies.)